My interest in horses started my 7th grade year at my first year of horse camp. I was grinning ear to ear the entire car ride their and then bouncing out of my seat belt well pulling in. I had no idea what to expect and was nervous but I still didn't let that bother me. The first day we just visited the barn and horses, went over all the rules and the wranglers gave us a tour. At the end of the session they asked if we had questions, ......that their was their first mistake. Every girls hands shot up with mine being the first with the question of "when do we get to ride?" and then many continuing like "what horse will I ride?"...." how many times do we get to ride?".... "do we get to canter?".... and many more. As the week went on we spent three hours at the barn every day, one hour of ground work and 2 hours of riding. We also went on 2 trail rides through the camps. I came back the following summer for a week doing the same things but learning a little more because I was a second year. Now looking back at it was an over charged horse lesson but I wouldn't have changed going at all ( it was also my parents money). I told my self that I would be one of the wranglers to teach the little girls the basics of riding just like they thought me. Once I was to old to go to camp I just took a few lessons here and their to keep with the horses. I never cared much for the lessons though because they were boring, almost the same thing every time on the same horse.